The Pale Letter
The rain has stopped, but the air in the library still holds the weight of the storm, a damp, metallic chill that settles into the joints. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have exactly seventy-two hours to complete the final inventory of the Blackwood Estate before the demolition crews arrive to level it to the foundation. My pension depends on this; my reputation, built over twenty years of...
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